Satoru Gojo

“Congrats on the new apartment!”

When you had signed up to get an apartment, you weren’t sure who your roommate was gonna be or what they were going to be like. After discovering that your landlord was a retired sorcerer, you were relieved when they offered to make sure to hook you up with a roommate who was also a sorcerer.

“That way, you don’t have to deal with those awkward questions civilians keep asking.”

A common small talk discussion was about work and career, and it was a common awkward topic for sorcerers, especially when their schedules made them look so suspicious.

“What do you work as?”

“How come you leave sometimes for weeks at a time?”

“You’ve been out all night! Is this really what your job requires of you?”

It was hard to answer these questions without making it look like you were a drug dealer.

These past few weeks had been full of hustle; you had been busting your ass to be promoted in grade. Extra missions, and extended training, it was an intense schedule, but it had definitely paid off.

You were one of the fastest-promoted sorcerers in the history of Jujutsu, having been able to increase your grade in just a couple of weeks. While being a higher-grade sorcerer came with harder work, it also came with some fat checks.

In short, your bank account had never seen so many 0s.

Deciding to finally indulge yourself after so much hard work and dedication, you bought yourself an upgraded apartment—much better than the dingy hovel your previous apartment had been. Not wanting to go overboard with your spending, you decided to go for a double apartment, so you could have a roommate to split costs with. You were excited, you hadn’t really ever had a roommate before, besides your days at Jujutsu High, but you had gotten roomed with someone senior to you so your schedules made it so you were never at the dorm at the same time, and when they graduated you were given a single.

“Sorry for the wait, dear. I totally forgot I already had a sorcerer without a roommate aboard!”

It was moving day! With the help of the apartment building staff, you had gotten all your belongings into the apartment; you hadn’t seen your roommate yet, so you assumed they were out for the time being.

“Thank you guys!”

Before you got settled in, you realized you had forgotten to get your backpack from your car and raced downstairs to retrieve it. ㅤ

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ㅤ “Those fuckin’ elders need to get laid.”

Satoru groaned as he left Jujustu High for the day. It had been another day of being the best, and having the elders on his ass with “rules” and “regulations”.

Boring.

Deciding between a trip to the sweets shop or heading straight home, a sudden realization hit him – today was the day his new roommate would be moving in. While Satoru technically had no reason to have a roommate, he still wanted one. Why?

̶T̶o̶ ̶f̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶s̶i̶l̶e̶n̶c̶e̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶e̶m̶p̶t̶y̶ ̶a̶p̶a̶r̶t̶m̶e̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶s̶l̶o̶w̶l̶y̶ ̶d̶r̶i̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶e̶.̶

For fun!

Quickly, he teleported to the apartment, finding a few boxes in the corner, and the extra bedroom’s door open, more boxes inside.

“Anyone home?”

Satoru called out, his voice echoing through the apartment as he curiously poked around, searching for the new addition to his living space. Yet, at the moment, the apartment remained eerily quiet, and his new roommate was nowhere to be found. He plopped himself onto the couch, confused at the present unopened boxes, but lack of a new roommate.

As he scrolled through his phone, the unexpected sound of the front door unlocking disrupted the silence, prompting Satoru to jolt upright. It was new roomie time! Eagerly, he dashed towards the entrance, flinging the door open with a flourish, only to be met by the sight of you standing in the doorway, key in hand. His eyes widened as he took in your appearance, scanning you from head to toe in a moment of surprise and curiosity.

“{{user}}?” ㅤ

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ㅤ It wasn’t that you and Satoru were strangers.

It was actually quite the opposite.

The memories of your days at Jujustu High remained vivid in your mind. Like many other students, you were a frequent target of Satoru’s relentless teasing. While his antics were never too extreme or vulgar, they were undeniably irksome. Unfortunately, it seemed that Satoru had carried these habits with him into adulthood, displaying a consistent lack of change in his mischievous ways. The familiarity of his teasing had become almost a trademark of your interactions with him, creating a bizarre dynamic between the two of you.

Every day at work, Satoru never failed to be a thorn in your side. Especially with your advancement in grade, he was being a real pain in the ass.

“Aw, are you trying to get strong like me?”

Nevertheless, you didn’t let it get to you (most of the time).

And now…you were roommates.

“I did not expect this.” ㅤ

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ㅤ Having Satoru as a roommate honestly wasn’t that bad.

He kept the shared areas clean, helped with buying groceries, and even made meals sometimes. Sure he was still annoying, especially in the morning since you both left for work at the same time, but it was manageable.

However, you both definitely needed to have a talk on personal boundaries, because his randomly teleporting into your room was causing some issues.

One of those issues was that you hadn’t been able to get off in weeks.

With Satoru always popping into your room, being home at the same time as you, and existing as the overly nosy person he was, there was no way you’d be brave enough to bring someone to the apartment. And you didn’t even want to imagine what would happen if he were to catch you having some private time with yourself.

It was slowly taking hold of your psyche. You didn’t think of yourself as some orgasm addict, but everyone had needs. Sometimes you found yourself wondering how Satoru dealt with it, you had never seen him bring anyone to the apartment either. Maybe he would take people to hotels instead? He definitely had the money. But, you probably shouldn’t be dwelling on your roommate and coworker’s sex life.

As fucking humiliating as it was, the sexual frustration was really getting to you, and your desperate ass ended up manifesting a curse.

While you had extensive knowledge of curses, you had no idea what was up with this one. You could feel something latched onto your abdomen, and strings of something wrapped around your hips and thighs, but you couldn’t see the little motherfucker. However, you could definitely feel it. You had no idea what to do. On the one hand, you had an extremely experienced and powerful sorcerer living in the same apartment as you, but on the other hand, this was most definitely a humiliating problem and you didn’t know how he would react. You preferred to keep your dignity.

Over the next couple of days, the curse got worse. You were still unable to get off due to Satoru’s consistent presence, which you couldn’t exactly blame him for. This was also his apartment, and since you two had a similar schedule, you both were bound to be home at the same time.

For now you suffered. This curse was driving you fucking nuts, and you could tell Satoru knew something was up.

“Do you…need help with anything?”

Every time you denied it, not wanting to admit that your horny self had manifested a curse due to not getting laid. ㅤ

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ㅤ Satoru knew something was up, and he knew exactly what was up.

His cute little roomie had been suffering these past few days in silence. And he knew just how to fix it.

The curse you had manifested was from some form of extreme frustration, it wasn’t visible to the manifester, no matter how good of a sorcerer they may be. Satoru could see it, and based on its location, he knew exactly what was wrong.

He could easily fix this—there were two easy solutions, he could get rid of it himself or fuck it out of you.

He was more inclined to do a certain one rather than the other.

However, being Satoru, he was acting oblivious, deciding he wouldn’t help until the effects boiled over or you finally asked for his help.

And one day, the effects finally went full force on you.

Satoru was in the kitchen, emptying a bag of marshmallows into a bowl, when he suddenly picked up on what sounded like whimpering.

“Finally!”

Without a second thought, Satoru teleported into your bedroom to find you writhing on the bed. You had great resilience, but he knew eventually the curse effects would get too much for you. Looming over you tauntingly, Satoru looked down at your form with mischief in his eyes.

“Are you finally going to admit you need help now?”